And I wait
In an intense, poignant, serene and soulful poem, Anumita explores waiting, with all its expectancies and hopes from beyond life. It’s Sunday and I wait, I will soon hear your...
The Secrets of Fingernails
Here’s a tongue-in-cheek look at fingernails and the secrets they reveal by Devika. Overload of thoughts and thinking leaves me baffled. That, in turn, boomerangs at the end of the...
The Orbit
An engrossing fiction about changing values and relationships, by Sandeep, exclusively for Different Truths. “Aryan, beta hurry up or we will miss the beginning of the movie.” “I am...
The Girl Who Married a Stranger
Tutu recounts a popular folktale from the Calabar region of Nigeria. It’s about a stunning young woman, Afiong. She had bright eyes and velvety smooth skin, the colour of...
Death’s Lure
Vandita DharniVandita Dharni is a merit holder, in post-graduation, in English, from Allahabad University. She also has doctorate degree. She has submitted articles, poems and short stories that have...
A Tale of Two Villages: Cradle of Spirituality
In Hooghly district of West Bengal, lie two nondescript yet idyllic villages, Kamarpukur and Jairambati. The two idyllic villages are the birthplaces of Sri Ramakrishna and Sri Saradamoni. Ruchira...
Tales from Srimad Bhagavatam: Krishna in Mathura – LXXXI
Nilanjana recounts the tale of Krishna in Mathura after he had vanquished Kamsa, in the weekly column. A Different Truths exclusive. Pariskhit was also moved to tears by the...
Opportunity: A Platform
Sushmita dwells on opportunity – the unpredictability of life – in the weekly column. A Different Truths exclusive. Mystical and awe-inspiring are the ways of life: absolute and unwavering...
I Met Myself Far From the Madding Crowd
Sarika took a break from the routine. She packed her backpack and travelled solo to meet herself. Read about her adventure, exclusively in Different Truths. Travelling is very much...
The Whore
An enigmatic and evocative poem by Ayub, exclusively for Different Truths. This darkness Of the room why doesn’t become darker? Memories of the past flicker on the walls,...